More than an hour later, the trio returned the same way they came. After arriving in Huangsha Town, they first ate a bowl of fried mutton noodles at the mutton shop in Ermazi, and then found a small hotel to make up for a while.

The room in the hotel was very small, and the sheets were quite clean, but as soon as the pillow was removed, a few big cockroaches ran out, which frightened Zhang Peng to jump to his feet. I didn't care so much, so I quickly summoned the sword and shield soldiers, and ordered the whole house to be rummaged, and not a single small worm was left.

So, the twelve heavy tin cans were either lying on the ground, or rummaging through boxes and cabinets, or stepping on wooden chairs, slapping all kinds of small insects, and cleaning up.

Taking advantage of the busy work of the heroes, Zhang Peng took toiletries and clean clothes and went downstairs to take a comfortable cold shower in the public bathroom. When I returned, the room had been cleaned by twelve tin cans, and even the floor was spotless.

Zhang Peng summoned the Heroic Spirit, lit four white candles, placed the chess pieces in the middle, and bathed in the candlelight. Zhang Peng clasped his hands together and waved towards the candle flame, which can be regarded as following the local customs.

"Tuk Tuk ......"

Just as he was about to fall asleep, there was a soft knock on the door. When I opened the door, a pretty face came into view. Xiao Yun was wearing light pajamas, with delicate curves, and was standing at the door pretty.

She had just finished taking a shower, and she was damp and smelled of soap. For a while, Zhang Peng was a little intoxicated.

Coming to deliver meat?

This was Zhang Peng's first thought. He was right, after Xiao Yun came in, as soon as the door closed, he threw himself into his arms. The water in his eyes was surging, pitiful, and he couldn't wait to go to bed and ravage wildly.

"Brother Xiaopeng, I'm ...... I'm afraid ......" Xiao Yun said in a trembling voice, her eyes full of fear and unease, like a frightened little white rabbit.

"It's okay, I'm there." Zhang Peng said in a calm voice, grabbed her shoulders with both hands, and shook it hard.

"I ...... I'm so scared. Ah Chi died like this, and many others also died. I don't want to die, I really don't want to die. I'm still young and have a lot to do......" Xiao Yun muttered in a low voice, as if in a dream.

"Don't worry, I'm here." Zhang Peng said with a firm gaze, his voice was calm and powerful, with a little magnetism.

"Brother Xiaopeng, I'm cold ......" Xiao Yun hugged her chest with both hands, squeezed out a touch of shock, and said in a trembling voice.

"It's okay, I'll turn off the air conditioner." Zhang Peng said very beautifully, and then really went to find the remote control of the air conditioner, instead of hugging the girl directly as usual.

At present, he stabilized his mind. What Xiao Yun's purpose is, he knows very well. Because she doesn't know how long she can live, she wants to give her body and get a closer relationship in exchange for greater vitality. And he's the same, if in normal times, he doesn't mind having an affair or even maintaining a long-term relationship.

However, he is now unable to protect himself, and he can help, but at the critical moment, he can only save himself. Once he had a relationship with Xiao Yun, there was a bond. As the saying goes, it is the hardest to accept the grace of a beauty, and when the time comes, it will be difficult to get out of the whole body.

Although he is not a good person, the most basic bottom line is still there. At least you can't eat it dry and wipe it clean, pat your ass and leave. As a qualified disciple, treat a woman as if you were treating a piece of delicate porcelain. Nature is well cared for, and it can't be too bad.

Moreover, Xiao Yun's color obviously did not reach the level that could make him lose his mind. If Dai Xue and Big G are here, he may not care about it.

In general, it is not cool enough, and the price is too high.

Xiao Yun is also a delicate person, how could she not see what Zhang Peng meant, then glanced at him resentfully, got up and went out.

"Xiao Yun, I will definitely protect everyone, don't worry." Zhang Peng chased to the door and comforted him. But at this moment, language pales in comparison.

"Well, thank you." Xiao Yun's eyes were full of loss, but she still nodded obediently.

Seriously, what a shame it is for a woman to be rejected for giving meat. Soon after Xiao Yun left, Zhang Peng regretted it a little. From this moment on, the relationship between them may fall to the freezing point, or even lower.

However, he is not a mother-in-law's person, and since he has made a decision, it will be like this. Fell into bed and fell asleep.

I haven't slept well for several days since I got in the car. The iron seat made his back and legs ache. This night, I slept until late at night. When I woke up, it was already two o'clock in the morning. He knocked on Lao Wan and Xiao Yun's doors one by one, and both of them woke up and were watching TV waiting for him.

After washing, the three of them went out together. Ermazi's mutton shop was still open, and under the orange-red light, it was steaming. But it's not interesting to eat noodles all the time, so Zhang Peng shot three big red tickets and ate mutton shabu!

"Young man, little girl, our mutton here is the most authentic, I am sure to eat you croaking." While boasting, the old man of Ermazi untied the leg of mutton tied to the beam of the house and smoked dry by firewood, and chopped it down with a large kitchen knife nearly half a meter long and half a finger thick.

After a while, the whole leg of lamb was cut into strips, about a finger's length and width. The old man lifted the lid of the cauldron, and a large cloud of steam came out of it, accompanied by the smell of various spices such as chili, star anise, hemp leaves, fennel, etc., and then scooped up the mutton with a large kitchen knife and threw it into the pot. Then stir it with a large scoop, cook for about three minutes, scoop it all up, and put it in a washed stainless steel basin.

Then, wash a copper hot pot with charcoal, add coal, add water and herbs, wait for it to boil, and finally put in the mutton. In this way, a pot of fragrant mutton was made.

Before they could finish eating, the three of them were already drooling. I didn't expect to be able to eat such good food in this great northwest, and I couldn't stand it just by smelling it.

"Uncle, do you have any wine?" Lao Wan asked.

"Yes, yes, home-brewed sorghum wine." After the old man finished speaking, he took out a large jar of wine from the corner and poured it for the three of them in a large bowl.

Lao Wan took out two red tickets and stuffed them into the old man's hand. The old man confiscated it and stuffed it back, "Okay, okay, three hundred is enough, this wine is invited by the old man." ”

"Thank you then." Lao Wan said, not polite, put away the red ticket, and then said, "Come on, come on, the old man also sits down to eat, you invite us to drink, we invite you to eat mutton, okay?" ”

"Hahaha." The old man is also a straightforward person, he pulled the bench and sat down, drinking wine and eating mutton together.

In this way, the four of them ate until seven o'clock in the morning and finished eating. Ermazi Lao Han closed the shop to rest, and Zhang Peng and others went to the street to buy some car supplies. However, it has only been a few days since the last stop, and a lot of things are still there, so there are very few things to buy.

In the afternoon, the three returned to the hotel and went back to their rooms to rest. Zhang Peng had slept enough, and he didn't like to watch TV, so he took out the pipe found in the conductor's room from his backpack and looked at it.

The surface of the pipe is black, but when exposed to sunlight, it will take on a dull red color. The texture is clearly visible, but the light is transparent. Zhang Peng carefully studied and found that the surface was very smooth, not like a tree, but more like the horns of some kind of animal.

In general, animals have capillaries in their horns, so when exposed to sunlight, they will appear dark red.

The style of this pipe is very ordinary, and it can be seen everywhere on the street, but the workmanship is so delicate that you can tell at a glance that it is not ordinary. Zhang Peng studied it for a while and decided to give it a try. He boiled a pot of boiling water, washed his pipe first, and scalded it several times with hot water.

He is influenced by Ma Jinglei, and he is also a little clean, and he is still a little resistant to things that others have used. But at the moment, it doesn't matter if you have a cleanliness habit that is more than a half-hanger. After cleaning his pipe, he went downstairs to the shop and bought a pack of hibiscus cigarettes, tore open the cigarette roll, poured the tobacco into the pipe, bought a pack of matches, and lit it.

Zhang Peng rarely smokes, but as one of the famous along the Bishui River, he occasionally smokes two puffs and pretends to be.

"Hoo ......"

He was in the room, puffing out a puff of white smoke. He imagined himself as the conductor, sitting at the locomotive, blowing the wind, leisurely.

But at this moment, the misty white smoke underwent a strange change. I saw that the white smoke did not disperse, gathered together, and turned into a train flying in the air.

The train had no body, about a meter long, arm thick, and was composed entirely of white smoke, and it was moving forward at high speed, and with a "ping" sound, it smashed the glass window and flew out.

"it!"

Zhang Peng was stunned for a while and couldn't help but shout. At the same time, the white smoke that was coming out of the pipe turned into a "slot!" in the air. Two words and a punctuation mark. It's the same as the dialogue of the characters in the comics.

"Good guys!" As soon as Zhang Peng's mind turned, the words changed in white smoke.

He took a hard breath, puffed out a large cloud of white smoke, and then, according to his imagination, transformed into various things, including Ma Jinglei, papaya, pistols, banknotes, cars, and so on. What you think, what you change, just like the story I heard when I was a child, Ma Liang's magic pen.

Then, Zhang Peng turned the white smoke into an arrow, and then pointed forward. The arrow flew out at a rapid pace, piercing a small hole in the closet. Although the power is limited, it is also a means of attack, and it is also a means of pretending to be coercive.

Blowing the clouds and sprinkling beans into soldiers, that is the ability of the gods. Thinking like this, he took another big breath and spit it out. The smoke ring becomes "the groove!" The two words were punctuated, slammed on the wardrobe door, made a crisp sound of "bump", and recessed a little.

"Hahaha!" Zhang Peng couldn't help laughing, others sprayed people at most, and Xingzi came out, but he sprayed people with real lethality.

He excitedly tried for a while, gradually figuring out the pattern. The more smoke, the more powerful. When you leave a certain range, the smoke will dissipate naturally, but if you don't leave, it will disperse over time.

As for the power, that's pretty much it, the wardrobe door made of plywood can be used, and it's harder than the paper, no matter how thick it is, don't think about it. Its power, at best, is about the same as that of a child's slingshot, and it may be weaker.

After smoking a few cigarettes, Zhang Peng was a little top-heavy, so he put it down for the time being. If you want to pretend to be a master in the future, you will take this thing out and blow it twice, and it is guaranteed to be powerful.